The New Yorker is a standard-bearer of American literary reportage. The Paul Finebaum Radio Network, Alabama talk radio's most popular source for sports-related Southern exceptionalism, is, uh, not. But that doesn't mean the two can't make a happy pair.

There's really a lot going on in the daily interactions between Finebaum and his inmates—I learned that when I wrote about the show in January. And now he's truly made the big time. The New Yorker! Ye gods! The magazine that published John Hersey on Hiroshima now has this passage in its archives:

The Southeastern Conference (SEC) is the brawniest thing in college football right now, and a…
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"They played like a bunch of queer little boys," Glen said, after a loss by Louisiana State.
"What is your sexual preference, anyway, Glen?" Finebaum asked.
"Hot women."
"Who's the governor of Louisiana?"
"Bobby Jindal."
"Did you vote for him?"
"No."
"You couldn't vote for David Duke."
"I would have, though. Anybody but Obama."
"Why don't you like President Obama?"
"Because I just don't—man, this ain't got nothing to do with L.S.U. football, Paul. That's what I called for!"
"What are you drinking?"
"Busch Light—you know, man beer."
"Is your wife an L.S.U. fan?"
"Aw, hell yeah. I'd divorce her if she wadn't."